On the freeway this morning, while taking Junie to school, a sedan blindly started to switch lanes, and was about to smash into Junie's door. I hit the brakes and laid on the horn, and he abruptly swerved back into his lane.
"DAD, stop it!" Junie said, because by default I'm always wrong.
(She later claimed she asked what happened, not stop it.
She is a liar.)
Anyway, a moment later the other driver waved an apology. All good. It was a mistake, and no one was hurt. We got off at the same exit and he again profusely apologized. Fine bruh. I ain't gonna stomp, I'm not even mad. At the NEXT light he seemed poised for a 3 peat and I changed my route to avoid him. I mean, seriously - the apologies were more bothersome than the mistake. Chill, pickle.
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